Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 498

I approached Colin, my gaze softening as I saw the sorrow etched deeply into his features.

His head was bowed, the rims of his eyes tinged with the unmistakable shade of red that spoke volumes of his inner turmoil. Was he crying in secret? There was something pitiful yet endearingly cute about his demeanor.

"Colin..." My heart ached to embrace him, yet my arms fell limply to my sides in resignation.

The evidence was undeniable. I was Foebe Larson, not the Phoebe Caldwell he yearned for.

His love was meant for someone else.

"Caleb, who's that woman staying at your place?" Stella emerged from the doctor's office, relief washing over her face knowing I was out of danger, only to be replaced by a pressing curiosity as she confronted Caleb.

Caleb had brought Phoebe No. 2 home, and Stella must've caught wind of it.

But it was unlikely Stella had met Phoebe No. 2 in person. Given her close bond with Phoebe, the truth would surely shake her.

"Why won't you speak? Phoebe gets taken away by Naomi, and you just coolly move in with that woman?" Stella's anger was palpable as she questioned Colin.

Colin remained silent.

"Hey, hey, hey, I told you not to pry..." Robin rushed over, attempting to whisk Stella away with one arm.

"Let go of me! What's his deal? I thought Dexter was the worst, but he's just as bad. If Phoebe doesn't wake up, I swear I'll hammer him!" Stella struggled vehemently. "Who is that woman exactly?"

As Stella persisted in her quest for answers, her words were abruptly cut short.

as her face registered shock and disbelief at

No. 2, making

prefer to remain hidden by

was, stepping forward, but under what

right... as Naomi's

Stella's voice was laced with surprise as she took in Phoebe No. 2, then glanced back at me lying unconscious in the hospital bed, lost in

past Robin, Stella stood before Phoebe

cold indifference as she avoided

This was Phoebe, no doubt

didn't she recognize

Robin quickly intervened. "Not the Phoebe you know, anyway. She's Naomi's daughter, Phoebe's

dimmed with disillusionment. "I knew it... She couldn't

indeed not Phoebe,"

J

twins in the traditional sense but gically identical clones. You can call me Mini

a real name, another subject

Subject 21.

waking up, and the organization will eliminate any threat. She's going to

someone right under our noses? As

shook her head, then moved closer

was emphasizing that I was only Foebe Larson, not

u

more suitable than Foebe.